Consilience and the Idea of Easter
 "The same thing may be said for all of us, that we do not admire what we cannot understand . . ."
From "Poetry," by Marianne Moore
    Afterwards,
I believe that God,
Must have begun work in small circles,
    Moving outward.

    Imagine,
The maker's spider-quick fingers,
Spinning DNA's tangled skein,
Then moving to trace
The perfectly lazy loop between,
The bumble bee
    And the daisy.

    Lightning hands,
Join with rough mortal hands,
Then move outward, 
The thunder echoes a,
    Prayer's reply.

    Out and out,
To the forgotten seasons,
Marked on the forgotten pagan wheel,
And out to the swing of the,
    Planets beyond.

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We should try
Not to sleep.We should try
Not  to dream that rootless dream,
Of finding the universe shattered,
Into a handful of marbles,
Unbreakable, with powerful names.
 ---Tiger's eye, Big Red, Pink Rarey.

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    Roll away
The stone in your garden.
Point your telescope out,
Into the inky April sky.
Try to catch those creatures,
Fine enough to pass by,
Darwin's infinite seine. Watch
    For the careful

    Overwhelming,
Details It is what we may hold,
That allows us to shut our our eyes and,
Believe,  to simply believe,
God must have begun
    In small circles. 1